But you can sure as hell lose it.I have seen a lot of strange things in three lives ... I remember those. I don't remember being an indian and fightin... in the 'red water.' Or any of those other lives the sweat lodge brought out..."Nevah happen, GI."But I have watched a race car run over the trunk, top and hood of three cars on the green flag and end up buried in the trunk of a fourth before he ever made the starting line ... so I KNOW you can lose it on the first.I am pleased to say no one sunk. That's it baby. Use your teeth, he moaned. Biting softly he said, harder. After a minute he moved me to his other nipple. After sucking and biting it he said to take off his pants. Nervously I untied the string and pulled them down. Placing his hands on my shoulders he pushed me down. My heart pounded as I looked at his semi hard dick. He didn't have to say anything, I knew what he wanted. Getting on my knees I took his dick and opened my mouth. Closing my eyes I leaned forward and closed my. But why pick such a controversial subject as her most intimate misadventures, the numerous occasions where she found her charms to be an asset... and sometimes a handicap? Partly because in time of war, information is a powerful weapon; so powerful in fact that, years after such a terrible struggle as the one that opposed the Rebels and the Empire, it is still hard even for the most skilled team of historians to tell apart History, Rebel propaganda and Imperial propaganda. Even today, it is. She reminded me of the little red-haired girl in the Peanuts comic strip. ‘No, honey, I didn’t know your dad personally but I did hear his name mentioned and he was a hero. He even got the purple heart.’ ‘Yes he did, mommy showed it to me,’ she said with a smile. Of course, I didn’t know her dad’s name or even what branch of the service he was in, but she was happy with my reply. All those killed in the line of duty get the Purple Heart. Chrissy smiled at me and then her face looked scared..